The stormy clouds trembled as more and more creatures shot down from the sky.
Among the numerous creatures were the Destruction Dragons.
As soon as they crossed the barrier between the stormy foggy clouds and the main world, they spread their wings and flapped.
Powerful gusts of wind blew harshly, disrupting the natural flow of wind in the area.
The dragon officials, who actually numbered more than a hundred thousand, didn't bother to descend to the ground. Each of them was born with wings and a natural ability to fly, why should they lower themselves to the standard of these land dwellers?
As the dragons began to talk amongst themselves and think of a formation or a plan, one figure amongst them remained still.
Clad in an all black suit from boots to his neck, Ibadon, in his near-perfect humanoid form, floated in the sky with a concealed aura.
His hands were folded and his legs were put together while he allowed the wind to blow his cape whichever way it wanted.
